mijobooks Chapter 217 Friendly Match
Chapter 217 Friendly Match
Warm steam drifted out of the bathroom as Fu Yibai emerged, wrapped in a black bathrobe, his hair still damp.
A few strands of hair fell across her forehead, softening her sharp demeanor from the film set and giving her a more relaxed and languid air.
He dried his hair, casually draped a towel over the headboard, and was just about to lie down and rest when a light knock came from the door, which was particularly clear in the quiet hotel corridor.
Fu Yibai raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling somewhat surprised.
Who would come looking for him at this time?
He walked slowly to the door and opened it.
The person standing outside the door startled him slightly.
It's Zheng Xiyi.
She removed the elaborate makeup from the wrap party, leaving only a light layer of foundation, her lips tinged with a natural pale pink.
Her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling on her neck. She looked less capable and assertive on screen and more gentle and charming.
She was still wearing the black dress from the banquet, the hem of which barely reached her knees, making her figure appear even more slender, and a faint aroma of red wine wafted around her.
Before Fu Yibai could even ask, "Is there something you need?", Zheng Xiyi had already stepped forward.
Before he could react, soft arms had already wrapped around his neck, and warm lips, carrying the scent of wine, pressed against his without warning, kissing him urgently and directly, with a touch of drunken boldness.
Fu Yibai instinctively wanted to back away, but Zheng Xiyi seemed to have anticipated this. She hooked her toe back and closed the door with a soft "click," completely shutting out the light and silence of the corridor.
Her hand slid down the collar of his bathrobe, her fingertips feeling slightly cool. Without the slightest hesitation, she untied the belt around his waist, her movements swift and decisive, leaving Fu Yibai no room for refusal.
The lingering intimacy between their lips never ceased, spreading from the entryway all the way to the living room, and then to the bedroom.
Their steps were unsteady yet carried an unspoken understanding; their clothes were scattered all over the floor, leaving an ambiguous trail on the carpet.
The hotel room lights were dimmed, and moonlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on their intertwined figures. There was no excessive tearing or struggle, only a mutual surrender of love.
As night deepened, the room became enchanting.
The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and the surrounding atmosphere gradually calmed down.
Zheng Xiyi curled up beside Fu Yibai, her long hair scattered on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing rapid.
She showed no signs of panic or shyness afterward; instead, she calmly turned her head to look at the man beside her who had closed his eyes to rest.
Fu Yibai opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her face. His voice was low and hoarse. He didn't question her, but simply spoke calmly.
Why?
He and Zheng Xiyi were merely colleagues during the filming of "The Witch." Although they had some interaction while filming, there was never any hint of anything inappropriate between them.
Her initiative was completely unexpected to him.
Zheng Xiyi chuckled lightly, her tone frank and straightforward, without the slightest hint of coyness.
"Director Fu, don't overthink it, I have no other intentions."
She looked up and stared straight at him, her eyes full of honesty and undisguised admiration.
"I've been in the entertainment industry for so many years and have seen countless talented men and beautiful women, but there are very few like you."
At a young age, he holds the Berlin Golden Bear and the Cannes Palme d'Or, and is an internationally renowned director.
Handsome, decisive, and fiercely protective of his own artists—it's hard not to be attracted to a man like that.
"I don't ask for titles, resources, or for you to be responsible for me."
Zheng Xiyi's voice was soft, but every word was clear.
"I just want to have some interaction with you, like a friendly match between adults."
I want to see what a man as talented and dashing as you is really like.
That's all.
She spoke frankly, without the slightest calculation or desire to depend on others.
She was simply captivated by his charm and wanted an encounter that would leave no regrets.
Looking into her eyes, Fu Yibai understood. A faint smile appeared on his lips as he reached out and pulled her closer, his fingertips gently stroking her hair.
"You're quite straightforward."
"There's no point in hiding anything from someone like you."
Zheng Xiyi leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his chest, her tone relaxed.
"After filming wraps up, we probably won't have much contact. I don't want to leave any lingering thoughts, nor do I want to cause you any trouble."
Let's just consider it a foolish night. When dawn breaks, we'll still be partners, each going our own way without disturbing the other.
Fu Yibai didn't say anything more. He understood the tacit understanding between adults, and he also understood Zheng Xiyi's undisguised appreciation.
He was not one to be bound by worldly conventions, so naturally he wouldn't pretend to be aloof in the face of such an open and frank embrace.
Moreover, Zheng Xiyi's clarity and straightforwardness actually made him like her more.
As night deepened, the Hong Kong night view outside the window remained dazzling, with the lights of Victoria Harbour faintly visible through the glass.
Only the steady breathing of the two remained in the room. There were no extra words, yet there was an indescribable harmony and tacit understanding.